Striker

Untitled Part 8

I decided, along with Max and the other guys, that it would be in my best interest to stay home the following school day. It was a Friday anyways, so it really didn't matter. I was wide awake at 9, unfortunately for me. I decided to just get up and get a shower so I wasn't completely being a skank today. 

I was getting out of the shower when I heard the door to my house open and close. Did I lock it? Fuck. I can't remember. I hope to god my father isn't home early. 

I walked into my bedroom, still in my towel. My bedroom door started to open and I jumped. Think Aella. Find a weapon, hide, do anything! My candle lighter, yeah, great weapon. 

I looked up holding my lighter in a death grip. Are you fucking kidding me.

"Who are you planning to kill with that?" He said, smirking. God he's always so fucking smug. 

"What do you want, Striker?" I sneered. He has probably came to finish me off since I tried to punch him. His smirk got bigger and his eyes trailed my body. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He began to take strides towards me.

"Stop. What are you doing?" God, please do not let him kill me. I've survived too much for this dickhole to finish me off!

He was right in front of me. He lifted his hand up and I flinched back, waiting for the impact. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me curiously. Those grey eyes looked so hypnotizing. His hand reached out again and I closed my eyes. He rested it lightly on my cheek, his thumb caressing my face. I peeked my eyes open again to see an unreadable emotion in his eyes. 

"What?" I whispered, not trusting my voice. 

He turned and left. 

What the fuck. I was for sure that he was about to kill me for trying to punch him. 

I quickly got dressed and walked downstairs to lock the door. Not even two minutes later the doorbell rang. 

I opened it to see Max. "Hi! What are you doing here?" I asked, excitedly. 

"We are going to a party tonight. Get ready and we will be here at 8 to pick you up. Dress in something sexy." He winked at me, then left. 

I can't go to a party. My father will for sure beat me if I am not home with dinner done by the time he gets here. And he will definitely know if I am not here all night. What the hell am I supposed to tell Max? This fucking sucks. 

Eight rolled around and my dad had eaten his dinner and went into his bedroom to watch TV. I slipped out of the house to go talk to Max about not going. 

I walked up to the truck that held the guys. "Hey listen, I can't go tonight. Something came up, I'm sorry." I said to them, hoping they would accept it and leave. 

"Ok. Fine with me." Striker said, putting the car in drive. 

"Shut up, Striker. You idiot. Come on Aella, please come. Whatever it is I am sure it can wait. Please?" He begged me, giving me the puppy dog eyes. The other guys joined in, begging me to go with them. Oh what the hell. I may as well. My dad is in his room anyways. 

"Ok. Give me one second." I groaned. I ran inside, being quiet is my father didn't hear. I ran into my room trying to find something to wear. What do people wear to these things? I decided on a pair of old ripped jeans and a tank-top, since it was still fairly warm outside.I left my hair down since it was still wavy and applied some mascara and lip gloss. This should do. 

I walked quietly down the stairs and went to open the door only to be yanked back by my hair.